Too many things going in the world for me to try and understand. I’ve been trying to make sense of women and the male gaze. Or maybe just this archaic idea that has been instilled in our minds since we’ve been roaming this earth.
Why are boobs and naked asses so privatized and sacred but also over sexualized in western civilization.
Oh, you can’t show cleavage because that’s whorish and are craving attention from every male. No, I just want to wear this or show cleavage because I can. I don’t think there needs to be a further reason than simply wearing what you want to wear and not having to worry about how others perceive you.
The male gaze pisses me off, fuck you for having this idolization of a nude women laying on a car so you can sell the car or have It for your pleasure. You love women then but when I try to do something, anything even just speak in a conversation. I’m not taken seriously, or it doesn’t matter what I have to say because I have tits and an ass and that’s all I am to you.
This photo project wasn’t planned. As I started photos, I familiarized myself with what society is and took that into account when shooting. This is going to be an ongoing exploration of that, but these photos are sort of this retaliation and irony of the idolization society attacks us with. Females are strong, independent, badass, intriguing and unpredictable.
Here that is.